Oh, hi, there! So yeah, thanks for reading and all that. I know it's kind of weird for me to suddenly be posting again but, shoot, it's been so long! I miss writing like this and getting your guys' feed back. So, without further delay, here's this just-for-shits-and-giggles fic.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own X-Men or it's affiliates. Thank you and Enjoy :D


Chapter One: First Impressions

I should have seen this coming.

Today started off all wrong. There was something in the air that just seemed to say trouble was coming. And sure enough, it did.

The mutant "issue" has really been hitting home lately, what with the most recent, and ever-increasing mutant attacks and all. When a High School in Colorado, not very far away from my dorm, was invaded by Mutants and three students went missing, the city seemed to lose it. The news ate it up and any mutant sympathy there may have been in the area went right out the window, with hate crimes against anyone who even looks weird escalating tenfold. Oddly enough, the media seems quiet when it comes to Human-on-Mutant crime, but I digress.

That was nearly a month ago. Ever since then, I've been on high alert.

It's not safe for anyone anymore, human or mutant…

Now, hunkering down in this dark classroom with my fellow thespians, I still find myself wondering who is who. Amidst the screams and the explosions of the ongoing assault, I can't help but ponder which of my friends is a mutant and which is human. Priorities, right? It's hard to think during all of this though. It all happened so quickly.

I didn't even see who our attackers were or what they looked like.

All anyone saw was explosions and chaos as people ran by one of the Theater rooms near the auditorium, shouting about a mutant attack. Not knowing what else to do, I fled along with the others as screams and loud, thundering sounds rattled the building.

Debris fell all around us and I found that I had to cover my face with my sleeve to keep from breathing in the dust. The sound was absolutely terrifying. Myself and a few others escaped the initial assault and hid away in a room filled with instruments somewhere in the Band room, where we had all been hanging out about an hour ago.

There I quickly armed myself with a heavy, metal music stand, feeling better with it than if I were empty handed, and began discussing a plan of action with the others. Some thought we should stay put; wait it out.

Me and a few others thought otherwise.

They'll find us eventually, and if not, then what? Just sit back while the others who haven't gotten away are being kidnapped or worse? Or wait for the building to collapse?

I don't think so.

Those of us who wanted to find help parted ways with the others and split up to find an exit with the intent to run to the nearest police station. I, foolishly, broke off from the rest of the group. My plan was to get back to my dorm or the reception office across campus and call the police from there. I never even got out the door.

I was almost at the exit of the Performing Arts (PA) building near the parking lot when I stumbled onto what looked like the end of a vicious brawl.

Glenn, my friend since high school, was gasping for air as he was being strangled, mid-air, by a brute of a man with long, claw-like fingernails and tiger-like canines. Glenn's handsome face was turning from red to purple from a lack of oxygen and he feebly kicked out against the brute in vain as he began to lose consciousness.

I was horror-stricken.

Glenn is and always was a big boy. Tall and broad shouldered, he carried himself with power and was stronger than your average Joe, even by mutant's standards. So, watching him get throttled by someone three times my own size as if he were no more than a pre-pubescent twerp was seriously daunting. But I had to do something. My best friend since High School was in trouble, so I did what I could.

I hesitated, still clutching the music stand in my sweaty palms. Then, with a fool-hearty burst of courage, I hurled myself at full running speed towards them. I raised the stand over my shoulder like a bat with the intent to use it as such. I meant to aim for the head. Naturally, the clawed assailant heard me coming, and was already turning around just as I swung the bat forward—

And disappeared into a vacuum of deep, black emptiness from which there seemed to be no escape.

It was as if something had just exploded in my face in a plume of black and red. My vision swam for just a moment while the thick, pungent smell of brimstone filled my nose and then that suffocating emptiness...It was how I always imagined space would feel like. And somehow, in the midst of it all, I felt someone grab onto the stand in that soul-crushing void and wrench it from my hands.

I heard it clank to the floor, but before I could do much more than shout once, I had a strange feeling that I was falling yet, being sucked down into nothingness at the same time. It was like I was traveling through a black, empty space with only the feeling of a hand cinched around my arm, carrying me through it.

Then there was a blinding light, a tugging feeling, and I flew forward with a sudden burst of light and air. The world spun for a nauseating second before the guiding hand suddenly released me, and I hit the floor with a jarring crash. All of this...in a matter of seconds. Possibly even one second!

It was incredible. But highly disorienting, to say the least. I hit the solid floor harder than I initially thought.

Not only was I bruised from the tumble, I suddenly felt extremely nauseous. My breath became labored and my head swam. I stayed on the ground for a while, groaning, until the world stopped spinning, and then I laid there a bit longer until I was sure that, if I sat up, I wouldn't hurl.

"Liz!" I heard Glenn shouting distantly as my own attacker advanced on me. "Get away from her! Liz!"

His voice brought me out of my daze and I managed to roll onto my side, one arm supporting me with my other hand pressed against my forehead. At first, I thought I'd lost my mind when I saw three, blurry, red and black figures standing over me. But then they merged into two, then one. My vision focused and I realized I wasn't crazy. It was much worse than that.

It was a mutant – like on television.

He was tall with black, sleek hair, wearing a sharp, black suit. But that wasn't how I could tell he was a mutant. This man had stunning, icy blue eyes that contrasted his crimson skin. Oh, and there was also that incredibly long spaded tail that swayed continuously behind him that sort of tipped me off as well.

The guy looked like the devil, minus the hooves and horns.

I found myself transfixed on that spaded tail, but watching it made me dizzier. I had to close my eyes to get my bearings.

"What—what did you—do to me?" I murmured at last, pausing to breathe between every few words. I hoisted myself onto my knees, risking a glance up at the man who simply looked at me with slight interest, his head cocked to the side curiously.

Glancing around, I noticed that Glenn and the assailant were both gone and I was somehow several feet away from where I'd been only moments before.

"Where is he?!" I shouted at the mutant. Now, I was leaning against the wall. The dizziness and nausea were subsiding and slowly being replaced by fear.

"Not here," the Mutant replied simply. I frowned, shooting him a vicious glare under my furrowed brow.

"Obviously," I hissed icily. The mutant seemed to be observing me, watching me struggle to get my bearings, but didn't move to attack me further. What gives?!

I grew angry (and slightly embarrassed) under his stare.

"What?" I snapped.

Satan's tail give a sharp swishing motion as though he was surprised by my outburst, although his face betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Real stoic.

"You are—stronger than most I have teleported," The mutant said in a thick, (I think Russian) accent. He spoke slowly, as though carefully choosing his words out of an English dictionary. "Most become sick, even sleep." The mutant added, I think I even heard a tone in his voice that sounded vaguely impressed by this.

"Oh, a teleporter," I muttered. Made sense.

"Your friend will be safe for now," the mutant said, choosing then to answer my first question. But that still didn't tell me where Glenn was.

"Wow, you're vague," I remarked in annoyance and took a cautious step forward. I received no reaction other than a slight tail curl from the mutant. I was still wondering why he wasn't attacking me already. Maybe I could stall…

"And, uh, you are here to do what exactly?"

"I am not to be explaining," the mutant said.

I had the feeling it wasn't out of a need for secrecy but merely because he just really didn't care to explain. "You will learn from Magneto." He added. And with that he extended a red hand to me, beckoning impatiently.

I looked at him apprehensively, raising my eyebrow as if to say, "for real?"

I really didn't want to be teleporting (or Bamfing, let's just say) again anytime soon. Especially since I wasn't sure if when he said that it made some people 'Sleep,' he meant passing out or falling into a coma, or worse…

As though reading my mind, the mutant flicked his sky-blue eyes up and to the right with a small sigh.

"We will not be teleporting. Just next door," he said, giving the slightest of nods towards the Band room where my friends were no doubt still hiding at that very moment.

I tensed.

"Uh-huh," I said stepping closer. The mutant again showed no change facially but his twitching tail betrayed him. I suspected that he found my behavior strange, which most people already do, and I figured I could work with that.

I guess people usually attempt to run by now, I thought to myself. He might've been trying to figure out if I was human or not as well.

"And if I refuse…"

"You will not," the mutant said firmly.

"Why not?" I demanded, realizing how silly it sounded once the words left my mouth.

"I mean, what makes you so sure?" I backtracked, digging my hole of embarrassment two feet deeper. The mutant actually bore a facial expression then; a rather amused look that pulled at the corner of his red lips in a smirk as one, scarred eyebrow arched.

"Would you rather walk to see your friends, or be dragged?" The mutant asked, actually managing to put a full sentence together. As though to emphasize his point, the mutant took a step forward, causing me to take an involuntary step back. I cursed softly, escape still at the forefront of my mind.

Then I got an idea.

A really, really stupid idea.

"Fine, you win!" I said nonchalantly, putting my hands up in mock surrender and making a move to step around him. The mutant reached for my arm but I withdrew it sharply. I glared at him and he smirked back.

"I think I can handle walking in on my own, thanks." I hissed stubbornly and took a few steps forward, casting him a side-long glance as I passed him, walking by so close my hair brushed against his shoulder.

Then, I made my move.

I took two steps forward, lingering on the second step, then pivoted abruptly, using that second step for momentum as I lurched back. Cupping my right fist in my left hand, I threw my elbow and my full body weight into the mutants' scarred face.

The impact shot pain through my arm, but I ignored it and made a mad dash toward the exit. Naturally, I didn't make it very far. He recovered faster than I thought he would and I heard him teleport just behind me.

Knowing he'd reach out for me, I ducked down and danced underneath him. I tried to finesse my way in the opposite direction, surprising myself on how clever the move was…Only to be caught around the waist by the mutant's wicked-fast tail. I hadn't considered it as an actual weapon. I felt myself falling and reached out in a panic.

I threw my arms around his neck and brought him to the ground with me.

We fell in a confusing heap together, the mutants' surprisingly strong tail was still fixed around my waist, making it difficult to breathe. I flailed madly, hoping to fend him off enough to run away. He tried to restrain me but my panicked wheeling made him lose his grip.

We both shot up but that damned tail forced me back down, as though it operated separately from the mutant himself. He was on me in a second. We grappled for a moment as he straddled my waist and the tail unwound itself from my abdomen, allowing me to breathe.

I writhed harder, struggling against the mutant in an awkward kind of two-handed arm wrestling match until my arms gave out and he managed to pin my wrists at either side of my head. It took me awhile before I finally stopped thrashing and cursing, and allowed the mutant to have his moment to gloat over my defeat.

"I was hoping you would do that," the mutant admitted with a wicked smirk. His lip was busted from where I hit him. His smile was large, jovial and flashed a set of relatively neat teeth. I didn't even know he could smile like that!

It was kinda...

Cute.

I suddenly felt the back of my neck grow hot and my cheeks become inflamed. Oh man…

"Ha, ha," I said humorlessly. His slick hair fell lightly in his face, giving him a boyish sort of look to him. I blushed harder and turned my head away, saying, "you've had your fun. Now get off me!"

The mutant made no move to obey.

"You are strong—for a human," the mutant observed in a low voice, scrutinizing me as I stared into his pale blue eyes and something about the look told me he suspected something much different.

I snorted at that.

"Liar."

"Is true," Diet Satan insisted, still grinning. "You hit me. Is impressive!"

I couldn't help but grin back just a little. What the hell, I found myself thinking. Why is he so cute?!

"Yeah, well," I puffed. My voice had noticeably lowered as I took in his countenance up close.

His features were just so striking to me. Just his facial structure, his thick hair slightly askew, the scar on his face; that skin, those eyes, the mischievous look on his face that tells me he knows something I don't…

"I guess I'm just," I continued in almost a whisper as he continued to draw closer. "Special—Like that…" I shifted a little, growing nervous. He was coming in way too close. Dangerously close.

In a moment of panic, I thought was going to try to kiss me.

I blinked at the realization, and bucked my hips suddenly, like a braying mare.

Lucifer lurched forward, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but he didn't fall off. However, I was able to pull my right leg up against the mutants chest and I made a move to kick him in the only place where I knew he'd have trouble recovering.

But that tail was far faster than me and it whipped tightly around my leg. The tail then jerked my leg out from under him, and I felt the sharp spade of the tail cut right through my jeans. There was a burning pain in my calf and I tried to suppress a cry from leaving my lips.

I failed miserably and gave a loud yowl.

I cursed again seeing that the mutants' grip hadn't lessened any. Another escape attempt failed. I resumed my struggling, groaning in utter frustration as the mutant simply leaned in closer, that smirk still on his face, the smug bastard.

"Done?" He asked.

I pursed my lips and nodded.

He heaved an annoyed sigh, blue eyes twinkling maliciously, "Too bad. But you must see Magneto. Now." The Mutant emphasized, and I knew another escape attempt would not be tolerated.

"Then let me up already." I said through clenched teeth, narrowing my own eyes at him.

"As you wish."


As we can see, this is a slightly different Liz than we're used to. I'll explain why that is a bit more in the near future. Until next time!

~TheScribe!